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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 37: Honorable Duel (5)

Chapter 37: Honorable Duel (5)

Vlad‌‍​ of Soara

“….”⁠⁠‌

A white snake entwined‌‌​ on a tree,‍ alone on a deserted hill.

Invisible⁠​⁠ in the child’s‍⁠ world, it listened‌​‌ silently with closed​‌ eyes.

Drip-.​‌‍

The⁠ white snake, shining‌ with radiant light,‌ slowly stretched while‌ listening to the⁠‍ sounds coming from⁠ the mansion.

Drip-‌‍‍

Although‌⁠ it was clearly‌​​ an unfamiliar sound,⁠​​ in that sound‍‌‍ were the traces⁠‍​ of someone he​​​ had imagined for‌ a long time.⁠

Then‍ the snake lifted⁠‌ its head, pleased‌​‌ by the sound.⁠⁠‌

As‌‍‍ high as the‌ sky.

“…!”‍​

Then,​⁠⁠ it opened its‍‍‍ mouth wide and‍​ emitted a sound⁠ that no one‍‍⁠ would hear.

That‍​ lonely sound, though⁠​​ it started from⁠‌ the ground, was‍​⁠ only heard by‍ the sky.

Shoot!‌

It⁠‌‌ was raining.

They⁠​​ were responses to⁠‌ the snake’s voice.⁠⁠

Satisfied,‌ feeling the raindrops,​⁠ as the landscape‍‍⁠ stretched similarly to⁠⁠​ when it perched‌⁠‍ on a tree‍ in the past.‌⁠

The‌⁠ small clouds summoned‌​​ by the snake​ gathered, covering today’s‍ sun.

The‍‍​ rain, descending from‍‌ the clouds surrounding⁠‌ the sun, was​​ a warm spring​‍‍ rain.

It‌‌ was rain just⁠ for the child.‍‍

***⁠

Everyone​​ was silent.

Tung-‍

They‌⁠‌ didn’t even exhale‍‍ a sigh, merely‍​⁠ contemplating the spectacle⁠‌‌ before them.

“Huh!”​‍‍

Crimson​ drops of blood⁠⁠ sprayed out.

They‌ dripped from the⁠ tight grip of​ the boy.

A plain sword, held‍‌ tightly as if‍⁠‍ it would never​ let go.

A crimson glow flowed​​‍ through it.

The⁠‌ boy’s will manifested⁠​‍ through it.

“What‍⁠ the hell…”

Everyone​⁠​ was dumbfounded by‍⁠​ what they were‍‌‍ witnessing.

The​‌⁠ blond boy’s movement‍ cutting the knight’s​‍ sword over the⁠ squire.

Boom-boom-boom.⁠​

And,‍‍ perhaps an illusion,‌ but there was​‍‍ the sound of‍⁠ a sword crying.‍‌‌

[…]​⁠‌

This⁠ wasn’t the sound‍​ of a voice​⁠ in the boy’s‌‌ soul.

The​ sound came from‌⁠‌ the unadorned sword‌⁠‍ the boy wielded,‍‌‌ manifested with the‍‍‍ dreams of an​⁠ old man and‌ the tears of⁠⁠ a child but⁠​ resonating through the‌‌​ determination of the​​ boy.

The​‌ boy’s sword was‍‍‍ crying.

“I​​ didn’t teach you⁠‌ that!”

Jager,‍​​ observing the scene,‌‍ unconsciously touched the‍⁠ bandage, showing his‍​ surprise.

Vlad‍‌‍ was nervous. While​⁠ he longed to‍ progress, he couldn’t‍​ help but see‍ the footprints of​​⁠ the strong blocking‍⁠⁠ his path.

The‌⁠ boy wanted to‌⁠ run fast because‍​‌ he longed to‍ see the end,⁠‌‍ even though he​ couldn’t advance yet.‌​‌

He⁠⁠⁠ shouldn’t have. A strong leap was⁠ only possible from⁠⁠​ solid ground.

So,‌‍ he showed this‍​‌ spectacle as a temporary measure to‍⁠ calm Vlad’s impatience.‌‌

“I‍⁠ taught you the‍⁠ basics, and you’re⁠ already doing this!”⁠‌

Before‌‍‍ I knew it,‌ I was stealing‍‍‌ and using what​​ was his.

I was learning and‌‌ using things I hadn’t been taught.​⁠

This⁠‍ shouldn’t have happened.​​

This‌‍‍ shouldn’t have happened.‌

A bewildered teacher, an⁠ amazed crowd, a worried woman.

“…”⁠⁠​

Even⁠ Joseph, who chose‌ a certain defeat​‍ for the sake⁠‍⁠ of the expected​​‌ outcome.

In⁠‍‍ the valid silence⁠‍ of each reason,‌​ within the hall,​ only the sound⁠ of swords clashing‌‍ could be heard.‌‌‍

Clang-!‌

The​‌⁠ boy’s sword, thin‍‍ as a thread,​ though losing its‌⁠⁠ sharpness, was full⁠‌⁠ of firm determination.⁠‌⁠

I will advance.

Towards‍​ those bright things⁠⁠ I was not⁠⁠ allowed.

“….”‌‍⁠

Pablo⁠ remained silent as⁠ he watched the​ boy take one​ step after another​‍ towards him.

It​ could have ended​​ at any moment,‍​‍ but it didn’t.‍​

The‍‌​ wobbling the boy​‌ showed now was⁠ still mixed with‍ intention.

Clang-Clang-Clang.‍⁠‍

And⁠⁠ the sword was‍‌​ crying.

Pablo⁠ watched the boy’s‌⁠‌ sword, listening to‍⁠‌ its cries, clearer​ because it was‌ closer.

“It​⁠ can’t be.”

He‍​⁠ couldn’t be sure,‌‌ but it was​‌ a premonition.

He⁠ didn’t expect it​ to awaken in​⁠ this place, but⁠​ sometimes young seeds​‌‍ take root where​​ they shouldn’t.

And​ if what you‍‍​ think is correct.⁠⁠

“Come⁠⁠ at me!”

Pablo​‍​ must fulfill his​ duty as a knight.

Because‍⁠‌ he had sworn‍​⁠ to do so.‌

Determined,⁠⁠‌ Pablo swung his‍ sword against Vlad‌​‍ with all his‍‍⁠ might.

It‍‌⁠ wasn’t a blow‌ intended to subdue‍‌‌ the boy.

It⁠⁠ was to face⁠⁠ him.

The⁠‍⁠ boy’s world had‍‌‌ just bloomed.

From⁠⁠⁠ the moment he‌ heard the sword’s⁠​⁠ cry, the idea‌‌​ of a duel​‍ had long vanished⁠ from Pablo’s mind.‌‍‍

What‌‍ he was about‍‍ to do was​​⁠ a knight’s duty,​ and an honor.‌⁠

“Stop!”⁠​‍

The​‌ boy’s sword screamed‍ with each downward‌​‌ blow the knight⁠⁠​ gave.

Sparks⁠‍​ dripped from it‌ with each counterattack​ the boy made.​

“What‍ is that?”

“Is‍​ the sword glowing?”⁠​‌

As​‌ the crowd watched​‌ in awe, a faint glow emanated⁠‍​ from the boy’s​ sword.

A shining sword.

Knowing‍ what it meant,⁠⁠ the knights began⁠ to rise slowly⁠ from their seats.‌​‌

Vlad’s⁠ teacher, Jager.

Duncan,‌‍ the old bloodied​⁠​ knight.

Colin,​ who had just⁠‌ tasted defeat.

“I​‌ guess he’s not⁠‍ the typical…”

And⁠​‍ even Jubert, who‌⁠ started all this⁠‌ mess.

Everyone,‌​⁠ friends and foes⁠ alike.

Because‌ they were all​‌‍ knights.

Valuable.‌​

The​‍ dragging of chairs‍‍ as the knights​ pushed them mixed‌ with the clash​‍ of sword against‌​‍ sword.

The⁠⁠‌ boy’s sword was⁠ glowing.

It‌​‍ was about to​ acquire its own‌‍ color.

All⁠‍ young and tender‍‍ things in this⁠ world deserve to​ bloom.

Possibility‌ is something beautiful,​⁠​ and those who​⁠‍ can express it‌‍ in their own⁠⁠ world are precious.⁠‍

That’s‌ why you must​⁠ protect the moment.‍⁠‌

Because‌‌ that’s what it⁠‌‌ means to be⁠⁠ a knight.

“Shield!​‍ Give me my​⁠‍ shield!”

Pablo‌‌ shouted urgently, finally‌ seeing the light​‌​ emanating from the⁠‌⁠ boy.

Heeding‍ Pablo’s urgent cry,​⁠ his squire grabbed‌ the shield and‍ tossed it into⁠‌‍ the dueling arena.‍

“Come​⁠ at me!”

Pablo‌‍‌ de Arnstein.

Clang!‌

His⁠‍‌ sword and shield‍​ collided with a loud noise.

A vibrant yellow glow⁠‍ began to envelop⁠​​ his body, starting⁠ from his closed​⁠‍ left eye.

“I⁠‍​ am Pablo de⁠ Arnstein!”

Pablo’s‍ cry echoed in‌‌‌ the hall.

For‌⁠ everyone present to⁠ hear.

He‌ looked at the⁠​ boy and told⁠ him he didn’t​ deserve it.

This​​ battlefield is not⁠‌‌ honorable, and this‌‍ is not a duel.

That’s​‍‍ why he didn’t⁠‌ want to give⁠ his name.

“Tell​⁠‍ me your name,‌ lad!”

But‍​‌ now, with his‌ shield raised, he‍⁠ shouted his name‍‌ loudly.

Towards​​​ a boy who‌‍​ was as worthy​​⁠ as him but‍ had become honorable‌ enough.

“I‌‍ am…”

In⁠ his fading mind,‍‍​ Vlad walked through​‍ a fading memory.‌

Through‍‍ dark alleys, beyond⁠ a forge with⁠ a shining star‍‍ in front.

Through​⁠ his own home,​​⁠ now shattered, to‍ a place once​​ filled with shining‍ things.

A path, a difference.‌‌

Along⁠⁠‌ it, light and⁠⁠‌ darkness separated.

Separate‍‍‌ opportunity from chance.‌​

Where⁠ you are born,‌​‍ you choose your⁠​ life.

I walked that path.​‌‌

A child entered a place he had⁠‌ never been before.‌‍

Towards‍ the bright place.‍

A boy born where‌‍ he didn’t deserve​​‌ to be but⁠‌⁠ walks toward where⁠⁠​ it shines.

He‍ has proven his⁠ worth.

So⁠ he shouts.

“I⁠‌ am Vlad of‍​‍ Soara!”

With​ a small cry‌ from the boy,⁠‌ the sword began⁠ to wrap in⁠ light.

While‍‍ the sword-bearing worlds⁠ watched, a new‍⁠​ flower bloomed.

“…!”‌​

Rain‍⁠⁠ fell from the​⁠‍ sky for the‍​ boy.

Although‌​ the young seed​⁠ was rooted in⁠⁠‍ poisonous and filthy‍​‍ mud, it never​‍‍ stopped looking up,‌⁠‌ never stopped reaching​‌ for the stars.‍‍⁠

That’s⁠ why it can​​ grow towards the​​ light here and‌​ now.

“Come!​‍‍ Vlad of Soara!”⁠

An‌⁠‌ intense glow began​​‌ to fill the‌ hall, created by‍‌‍ the collision of⁠‍⁠ the newly blossomed‍ world with the‌⁠‌ solid world.

With‌​ that light, a single flower finally⁠‍​ bloomed.

The‍⁠ roots of the‍ flower that the⁠‍ boy had created‌⁠​ were an intense⁠‌ white.

The‌ stem of the‌‌⁠ flower he had⁠⁠‌ created was a flexible green.

And‍‍‌ the color of⁠​ the petals of​⁠‍ the boy’s flower‌​ is.

“Haaaaah!”​​

The‌ blue of the‍‌⁠ waning moon.

The⁠ blue moonlight filtered​​ through the aura‌‍ Pablo had created.​⁠⁠

The⁠‍ boy who borrowed‌ honor made the​‍ moon rise today.​‌​

Vlad​​⁠ of Soara.

A new world blossomed⁠​ today.

***​⁠‌

“Thank‍⁠​ you.”

Pablo‍⁠‌ said, embracing the‌‍​ boy with his‍​ arms.

Toward‍​ the boy whose‌‌ eyes, although white,​ had not released‌‍​ his sword in⁠⁠ the end.

Red‍ blood ran down‍‌ the tip of‌ the boy’s sword‌ as he clung​ to it to⁠‍ save his life.‍

A tribute to the‌‌ boy who had⁠ just awakened to⁠ the world, those‍⁠​ who knew.

Those⁠‍​ who did not‌⁠‌ know had just⁠‍ begun to talk‍ about the suddenly​‍‌ shining sword of‍ the boy.

“That’s…​‌​ Aura!”

Endre‌ shouted, his eyes⁠⁠ fixed on the‍ boy in front‍‌ of him, jumping‌ to the center‌⁠‌ of the hall.‍‍

“Using‍ Aura in a duel is not‌ allowed! Vlad of⁠ Soara is disqualified!”‌⁠

Profit-driven⁠⁠ men see a beautiful flower before⁠‌ them and think​‍ about the fruit⁠ it will bear⁠ when it has‍ withered.

Endre’s​​ appearance suited someone‌‍‌ worthy of the​ law.

At‌ Endre’s shout, a few people who‌​​ were finally realizing⁠​ nodded.

“Aura,‌‍​ it’s aura.”

“Was⁠‍ a squire able‍‌ to use aura?”⁠

“A‍⁠⁠ squire of Bayezid,‌⁠ yes. Now that⁠ I think about⁠⁠ it, the color‍‍‍ of the armor‍ he wears is…”​​

By​‍ the time they‌ realized the identity⁠⁠ of the glow‍‍​ coming from the‌​ boy’s sword, there‍ was a small‍‌‍ murmur of voices‍​‍ discussing what they​ had just seen.‍​

“….”⁠⁠

A man descended quietly.⁠⁠​

Although⁠⁠ he did not‌​ say a word,‌⁠‌ everyone present paid‍​⁠ attention to him.​⁠

He⁠‍ had a strong⁠‌‍ presence, and he‌ deserved it.

Joseph⁠ of House Bayezid.​

A man of noble⁠ blood stood before‌‍ the knight who​ brought his squire.⁠​‍

“Thank​‌​ you.”

He‍ bowed deeply in‍ gratitude.

“I⁠‍‌ appreciate you fulfilling⁠‍ your duty as⁠⁠ a knight for‌‌ my squire.”

“It‍‌​ was only my‌⁠ duty.”

Handing⁠⁠ Vlad over to​‌​ Jager, who followed⁠ him, Pablo bowed⁠​​ in unison with‍ Joseph.

“Priest.”‌‌​

After⁠‍ thanking Pablo for‌‍​ doing his best‍​‌ to break Vlad’s‍​ shell, Joseph turned‍ his head and⁠‍ spoke quietly to‍​⁠ the priest.

“Was‍ it Aura?”

“It‍⁠​ was, yes.”

At⁠​ the priest’s answer,‌ Joseph nodded stiffly.⁠⁠​

Disqualified,‍ then.

Since⁠‌‍ the rules of‌‌ this duel prohibited‍ the use of⁠ Aura or avoiding‍ killing.

But…⁠⁠

“Then​ let me ask‌ you one more⁠⁠‌ thing.”

Joseph‌​ asked, looking with‍ cold eyes at‍‍⁠ the drooling usurper‌ sitting in front‌ of him.

“What‌‌ is the higher⁠⁠⁠ concept, the rules‍‍ of the Sacred‍​‌ Duel or the​ discipline of the​ Swordmaster?”

“…Oh,⁠​​ yes.”

The​ priest sighed, touching⁠‌ his forehead as​ if he knew⁠ what was coming‍ from Joseph’s question.⁠‍

Swordmaster.⁠

An​‍‌ honorable title that‍‌ only one can‌‌ hold, recognized for‍ centuries.

And‌​ with that honorable‍ title came a discipline that only⁠‍ one man in​⁠ the history of​⁠‌ mankind has carried.⁠‍

It⁠ was a code‍ that all knights⁠⁠ must follow.

“It⁠​ is not for​​ me to decide…⁠ here and now.”⁠​​

The‌ priest presiding over⁠ the duel raised‌ his hands in‍⁠‌ surrender.

“The‍‌ discipline of a Swordmaster is an‌ honor and a duty, and it‌‍⁠ also implies royalty.‌‍​ It is an‍‍​ area that I,​​⁠ as a follower‌ of the Divine​ Will, dare not‍ decide.”

“…Is​ that so?”

Joseph‌​‍ smiled at the⁠ priest’s answer.

So​‍ it was.

“Endre​ Heinal.”

Endre,⁠⁠ who had a subtle look as​‍‍ if things were‌‌ about to get‍‍⁠ weird, responded to‌ Joseph’s call.

“What’s‍ going on?”

Joseph⁠‌ thought as he‍​ looked at Endre,‍‌ who looked at‍⁠ him with a perplexed expression.

I asked you to‍‍ give me time,⁠ and you created‌ an opportunity.

I asked you to⁠ choose the lesser‌⁠ of two evils,‍​ and you brought‌‌​ me the second​ best.

So‍ I will take‌ advantage of this⁠ opportunity you have​ given me.

“The​‍ duel is suspended.”‌‍⁠

Before‌‌⁠ Joseph’s answer, cracks​ began to form​ on Endre’s face‌‌​ like dry mud.​‌​

Suspended.‌‍‌

A word that was​‍‌ not disqualification, nor​‍ defeat, much less‍⁠ abstention.

Joseph​ was now saying‍‌ that he would​⁠ postpone the outcome‍ of the duel.‍​

“Well,​‍ what the hell.”‍‍

“Discipline‌‍ and rules.”

Said⁠‍ the man with‍⁠‍ dark eyes with⁠​ a smile as​​​ dark as the​‌​ shadows.

“No‌‍‌ one here can​⁠​ say what takes‌‍​ precedence, and I believe I must‍‌ report what happened‍ to the capital,‌ where the Holy‍‌ See and the⁠‌ royal family reside.”‌‍

Pablo‍‌⁠ raised his shield‌ of his own‍⁠‌ will to fulfill‌ his duty as‍‌​ a knight.

From‍​ the moment he⁠‍ raised his shield,‌ what was happening‌ here was not‍ an honorable duel.‌‍

The⁠⁠​ discipline of the​‍‌ Swordmaster.

Pablo‍ vowed to follow‍‌​ that discipline to‍‍ become a knight,​‌​ and today he‍ helped awaken a new world as‌​ someone had intended‌ long ago.

Honor⁠​ or duty.

No‌‌ one here can​ answer that.

The​ nobles who can⁠‍⁠ answer that question‌ are not here‍⁠​ but in the​⁠ imperial capital of​‍‍ Brigantes.

“Until​​‍ a clear decision‌‌ is made there,‌ I propose that‍⁠ the result of‍ today be suspended.”⁠‍

Endre​​ stood with his⁠‍​ mouth open, incredulous.⁠‍

I don’t care what⁠​ words come out‍‍ of that mouth​ from now on.⁠

Because‍​‌ Joseph had no⁠ intention of listening‌ to anything that‍⁠ came out of⁠​ his mouth.

Because‍ this was an‍​ opportunity that no‌‌ one was paying​ attention to, and​‌ he had not‌⁠⁠ foreseen.

***⁠⁠⁠

All‍ that is young‌​ and tender in​‍⁠ this world deserves‍​ to bloom.

Possibility⁠​​ is a beautiful⁠‌ thing, and those‌‍​ who can express‌‌⁠ it in their‍‍⁠ own world are​ precious.

All‌‍ those who bear​‍ the swords of​​ honor.

Swear‍ in my name.​‍

That⁠ you will fulfill⁠‌⁠ your duty.

As‍​ Swordmaster, and the‍⁠ founding king…

… I, ‘Frausen,’ declare‌‍⁠ this as my⁠ first code.

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